MC am IPeople call me "Ev"When I'm busting up the party hear my engine revWith high resolution in the late p.m.X-Men scratch this beat while I drop this gemGot tints on my window so you can't see in"Pack it up, pack it in" baby once againAin't no way to check me (check me)No way to wreck me (wreck me)When shit gets hectic if you disrespect meWhile you stare at my knife imma see my lifeOn the top of the mall, kid can build me rightYou know it ain't right, but yo it's okCuz seeThis type of shit happens every dayCuz seeThis type of shit happens every day(X-Men.. Everlast)You knowThis type of shit happens every day

It goOne for the thugsTwo for the chickensPeckerwoods stats classic like Slim PickinsCut the democrats and republicansGot all your cars bouncing like a bunch of mexicansQuarterrock style, I "Touch" you like TonyYou claim you keeping it real but still coming out phoneyJust one MC and four DJsGive them six turntables and a mic to blazeNow imma set it like RunIn the house of FunI burn hotter than the heat that's made by sunGot a gun and a uziBut it weighs a tonIt's B-Boy Punk Rock 2001It's B-Boy Punk Rock 2001(X-Men..Everlast)It's B-Boy Punk Rock 2001